How can we know what the world is, when we don’t even know our own? We pump the military but there’s only negativity in our streets. Death lies two blocks away and across our borders. We should solve our own disillusions but we need our own comfort. Conversations with foreigners get awkward when your ideals don’t match up with the nation’s. We have our own background, I say. They say we sit on top of the world. I say we need to treat others with respect, they say we need civil anarchy.

I say, we have war zones in our own country yet we need to wage war against others for reasons beyond our control. Maybe I need more perspective.